My Son's Father

My Son's Father Chapter 8

I am so sorry that it took me forever to update this! In the past year I've been so stressed and worried about things that I had to deal with that I had no time to write until a little while ago. I've just had a terribly insane year and I wish that you all didn't have to miss out on reading this because of that.

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Emily’s POV---

“Get out of my house! I don’t care who you think you are, but you have no right to be here!” I shouted, probably sounding like a crazy she-beast from hell, but I didn’t care. If Melanie was going to invade my home, then I would make sure she slept with one eye open at night.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice in the matter, sweetheart. You see, one day you’re going to find me in this home again, but it won’t be like this. I’ll be underneath Romano as he enjoys me in a way he could never even think of you.” She smirked evilly. If I could’ve cursed her out, I would have. Unfortunately, my son was holding Romano’s hand right next to me, so I couldn’t. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t channel my anger some other way.

“I’m only going to tell you one more time, Barbie. Get out of my house before I rip you into a million little pieces and feed them to the neighbors’ dogs!” I waited for her stupid reply, but the blonde just inspected her ugly, extended pink nails and shook her head. That was when I charged. I grabbed her by her hair that was fried from all the bleaching and other damaging treatments she’d used on it. While pinning her on the ground, her face against the floor, and her arms twisted behind her back, I proclaimed over her complaints of discomfort and pain. “Listen here, and listen well, Barbie. You know I won’t hesitate to call the police if you show up here again. I’ve been through way too much lately, and I don’t feel like dealing with you! Now get your fake plastic body out of my house before I do something you won’t be able to recover from!” I then proceeded to pick her up roughly by her hair again and shoved her out the door.

“Mama, why were you being mean to that lady?” Benny asked me in a confused tone.

“She was trying to take your Papa away from us, so I was showing her that she can’t.” I glared at Romano while he seemed to be in a daze. What was going on with him?

“Oh, okay. I still don’t think you should be so mean to her. You always tell me I’m not allowed to,” Benny pouted as I chuckled. He was too cute for his own good.

“Benny, you aren’t allowed to behave that way because you have me and your Papa to protect you- and if you have us to protect you, then there’s no reason to act like that. Now go upstairs and wait for me. I’ll be up in a second to give you a bath, okay?” I smiled at him. He nodded like a bobble head and ran up the staircase while I turned my icy gaze to Romano. “And you! Why didn’t you do anything about her being in the house? You didn’t even say a word!”

“You seemed to have it under control. Besides, I was busy watching how sexy you were while getting so angry. Well, that- and you’re ass,” he chuckled and pulled me closer, his hands resting on my hips while his lips drew mine into a sweet, slow dance that we both knew very well.

“You’re lucky I love you, dammit… Oh, and my anger is only sexy to you because you aren’t the one who has to deal with it- yet. Just remember,” I smirked like the evil mastermind I am, “If you ever hurt me or my child, they’ll never find your body.” And on that last note, I went upstairs to give Benny his bath. I didn’t miss the audible gulp that came from Romano behind me.

While I was washing Benny, I thought about Melanie. If she was still pursuing us, then that means she wasn’t working with Benny’s father- because he’s obviously dead. Could she really be jealous of me, wanting Romano all to herself? She had another thing coming if that was her plan…